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COLORS OF THE DRAGON

100 years ago, the great War of the Realm finally ended and peace was attained. But the price of this peace was great and for Elysium, it was the lives of their legendary guardians, the Colors of the Dragon. Now, Elysium is threatened once again and the guardians must reassemble. But the reincarnations do not replicate their predecessor. For what reasons will they accept or decline their destiny? And for which side will they fight?

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Prologue

Clang! Clang! Another down, another slain.

It was almost dusk. The sky, a dark crimson in the waning light of the setting sun. A breathtaking artwork of swirling gold streaks and innocent fluffy pink clouds rolling upon the vast canvas of the brilliant sky before reluctantly surrendering to the enveloping darkness of the fading light. However, the splendor of the heavens was ironically contrasted by the sight it oversaw: a mass of atrocities. Bodies strewn haphazardly or piled on top of one another, with arrows or swords sprouting from their bodies. It was a tangle of disconnected limbs and mutilated bodies, whose faces reflected their last moment as either extreme agony or disbelief. The wide field ran redder than the deepest red with the blood of the broken corpses. The entirety of the field was covered. Whether by a body, limb, or blood, every space was filled so that nary an inch of the original grass could be seen. And all was quiet, not a sound could be heard from the surrounding forest nor any movement to be seen. It was an unnatural silence, as if every pair of eyes in the world was turned upon you, watching, expecting, waiting. It was the deathly silence of calm as right before a furious storm is about to hit.

Only two figures, a man and a woman, stood among the corpses a distance apart, a stalemate. The passing breeze fluttered the shreds of what had once been respectable clothing around their bodies, making them fly out like banners. Bloody slashes and cuts littered their bodies and showed through every tear of their clothing. An unhealthy amount of blood still flowed many and nearly all promised to leave impressive scars should they have the chance to heal.

With their unsheathed swords-his a heavy broadsword, hers a light curved saber- and waving clothing, the two figures bore an eerie resemblance to the Harbinger of Death as they stood among the massacre of comrades and enemies alike as if suddenly, they would reach out to collect the souls of the fallen.

However, upon closer examination, it can be seen both faces lacked the peace of the Harbinger. Though both tried to hide it, fatigue and pain was obvious on the faces of both. The heavy breaths and trembling bodies suggest the final moment was drawing near.

"This ends here Dragon, just you and me." He growled with a smirk. "You're strong, to have lasted this long, but now it ends. You are no match for me. See your friends- he gestured to a few of the bodies lying around- you'll soon join them." He then shifted himself into a fighting stance.

"After you, bastard" She spat out and shifted into her own fighting stance, determination flashing through her golden eyes.

Neither attacked right away, eyes searched the other for signs of weakness. Both knew they only had enough energy for one last pass and the next hit would determine everything, not just of the battle, but also the war itself.

Simultaneously, both launched themselves forward, like a arrow from a bow.

"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" he screamed, charging

"Ur Eolh Sigel, Ur Eolh Sigel!! " she whispered as she charged, with each word growing in volume. The blade started to glow with a golden light.

They clashed. She dodged his forward strike and caught him across the chest, slashing through him like a blade through water. She didn't even feel blade cutting through bone of his spine. As they separated, he tried to turn around, but never made it as he crashed to the ground, joining the corpses, a look of disbelief permanently etched upon his face.

Plunging the saber into the ground, the woman tried to steady herself as she knelt beside sword, taking in ragged breaths. Slowly, she closed her eyes and fell forward, an expression of peace upon her face.

As she fell, the last rays of light disappeared beyond the horizon and darkness cloaked the sky. The field was quiet once again, the tension gone, but this time, there was no one standing. Only the sword, embedded in the last piece of open soil towered above everything as a memorial, a testament to the great sacrifice of war. A war, whose results have finally been decided.

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A/N: Well? How is it? Should I continue or is it hopeless? Please read and review!!!!!! ^_^ As this is my first story, so please, no flames.

--hitokiri*seraphim